Ramazar pulled a flip pad out of the breast pocket of his highwayman-style overcoat. He also pulled out a pair of spectacles. After a second’s hesitation he returned the glasses to his pocket.
“Don’t know why I keep those things around.” he mumbled, flipping open the notebook. “Haven’t got a nose to perch them on nor the eyes to see through, have I?”
“So it would appear, yet you speak and have no mouth. How do manage that?”
“Promise not tell anyone, Dand the Dandy Deadbeat Dad, and I’ll let you in on our scintilla of a secret.”
“Upon my inviolable oath as a highborn son of Lazareme, mightiest of the Great Gods.”
“Two-be-headed Vultyrie’s a ventriloquist.”
“And here I thought she was just a mindless schlemiel.”
“That too.”

Artwork from pH-5, 1980, by Vince Marchesano

His fellow devils call Ramazar Catastrophe. Shown here with the Vultyrie fighting Blind Sundown and Raven’s head in a blog-familiar sequence from Phantacea 5, artwork by Vince Marchesano, 1990, he often comes up with some good lines.

In this scrap of dialogue, also from War-Pox, he’s back in the Sedon’s Sphere and railing against his fate to said sphere’s Sedon:

“It’s not fair, grandfather. Nobody told me I’d be up against cathonitizers. All I wanted was for things to get back to normal; create the occasional disaster whenever I grew low on ammunition; go to parties; make more azuras and the occasional deviant when I feel up to it; basically just have some fun.
“But, no, Murder had to have her unspeakable children and I had to protect her. Now here I am back in your dumb, depressing Dome again. I tell you, it’s just not right.”
“Don ’t fret so, Disaster. You might cause a meteor shower. Wait a mini-minute ! I’ve just had a thought.”
“Better than having a baby, I suppose.”
“Tell you what, come spring maybe we will have a party. Just for you. Shooting stars, how ’s that for a theme? Play your cards right and you might have the distinction of being the first one shot.”
“I’d rather be on the firing squad, if you don’t mind.”